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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A23370	An excellent historie bothe pithy and pleasant, discoursing on the life and death of Charles and Iulia, two Brittish, or rather Welshe louers No lesse delightfull for varietie, then tragicall in their miserie, not hurtfull to youthe, nor vnprofitable to age, but commodious to bothe. By W.A.	Averell, W. (William)	1581 (1581)	STC 980; ESTC S104464	43,054	145

bandes of beauty which shée bare with woordes of curteous talke Within the walles of her good wyll inclosde mée for to walke Wherin I sought to pleade my case but shame my tongue dyd stay Yet burning Looue quight vanquisht shame and forced feare away So that my teares dyd tell my troth when woords might wade no more What should I say I wun her wyll the salue of all my sore Shée plighted faith I gaue my troth to rest her owne in lyfe Now nought remaynes but Mariage state to make vs man and wife Wherfore déere fréend here is contaynd the sum of my request Sith with your function it dooth stand that you would doo your best To linke vs bothe in outwarde lawe which inwardly remaine One heart within two bodies now so shall you ease our paine Syr sayde the Préest though your request may well procure my blame If lucklesse lot should giue such cause your Parents know the same Yet for the comfort of your heart as for my promise sake I wyll fulfill your hearts desire your secrete bandes to make But if shée be no equall match nor fit for your degrée I would be lothe to worke your wyll for why we dayly see That where vnequals coupled are is great debate and strife And séedes of such dissencion stroyes the graftes of quiet lyfe My freend quoth Charles you néede not dout shée is of noble state Her Parentes and her Kinne descende the trueth for to relate From out the best of Brittish blood and Owen is her Syre In Flint he rules and raygnes as Earle whome I alone desyre If shee be such as you declare Syr Charles I am content To ioygne you bothe in Nuptiall bandes if each of you assent Wherefore let dreade of froward happe no whyt dismay your minde What I haue sayde I wyll performe though death were me assignde I néede not héere expresse what méede the Préest dyd then obtayne His ritch rewards might well suffise for to requight his payne They bothe depart when this was done each to his seuerall home But Charles béeing clad with calme content in pleasaunt thoughts dooth rome And nothing else dooth vexe his minde but tediousnesse of tyme For euerie day dooth seeme a yeere when looue remaynes in pryme He blames the sonne of ceaselesse sloth that lendes so long his lyght And would the Moone were wasted cleane that dooth prolong the night O Titan Titan he exclaymes when wylt thou runne thy race I lothe the bryghtnesse of thy beames which doo annoy my face Nowe dooth he wish some suddaine traunce each ioynt for to benome And by some Charme to lose his sprites tyll fixed day doo come Somtyme he hopes of luckie happe then daunger byds him doubt And thus twixt hope and faynting feare his tyme he weareth out Such is the trape of Venus thralles where lothsome Looue remaines To hope the best and feare the worst loe such is Loouers games Betweene his hope and furious feare his pleasaunt chéere decayes His sprites are duld with carefull thoughtes his fleshe consumes away His countenance declares his gréefe his strength beginnes to waste His ioynts waxe stiffe his lymmes are sore such turmoyles he dooth taste His comely carcasse waxeth faynt with gréefes and dayly grones His seemely shape is nowe become a heape of shackling bones The heart whome cutting cares dooth crushe and thyrling thoughts dooth thrall Is subiect vnto sicknesse sore but Feuers moste of all For care dooth waste the heart of man and bringes the body lowe As they that feele the force thereof full perfectly doo knowe So Charles his gréefe to Feuer growes his fittes procures his paine The percing prickes of Agues panges tormentes him euerie vaine Whereby he forced is to tell his dollors déepe disease That thereby he might finde redresse his sicknesse for to rase Nowe lyes he tossing on his bed sometyme with cares opprest And sometymes shakte with Feuers fits which makes him sore distrest His Parents mourne his present state they seeke for Phisickes arte They spare no charges to suppresse the terror of his smarte No Potions Oyntments Salues or cures no Simples nor Compounds Nor Medicines made by Phisickes skyll his furious fittes confounds His Father tendring of his state bewayles his carefull case And sayth my Sonne I doo perceyue your sorrowes by your face I wist of late you were not well when I your face dyd view Your minde that tyme declarde your gréefe by suddaine chaunge of hew You are attatcht with lothsome looue and subiect to his lawe Whose furious force subdueth those whose yéeres are gréene and rawe Declare therefore what so shee be thou shalt haue my consent And doo not thus with troublous thoughts thy carefull heart torment His Mother lykewise dooth lament her sore diseased sonne Her trickling teares along the bed lyke rushing Riuers ronne Shée dooth desire to knowe his gréefe but all theyr talke is vaine Theyr wasted woordes doo more encrease his dollor and his payne For many woords dooth greeue the sicke which peeuish are by kinde As small occasions soone prouoke an vncontented minde Therefore Syr Charles requests his Syre and Mother in lyke case Least that his presence moue theyr gréefe for to depart the place Perswading them they vexe his minde with theyr continuall mone And that he should obtayne some sléepe if that they once were gone His wofull Parents leaue him then as lothe him to molest Whome ceaselesse smart of sicknesse sharpe had nowe so sore opprest When they were gone he sighes he sobs and rayles on Fortune blinde Dispayring least that sicknesse should his poynted knot vntwinde Nowe dooth he wishe that Iulia knew his sicknesse and his payne So would shée not misdoubt his looue nor thinke that he did fayne For sicknesse seldome couenaunt kéepes mens honestie to saue He pulles a man from myrth and ioy and rowles him to his graue Thus Charles amid his noysome nyppes dooth welter all in woe And dooth desire the winged Time with lyngering steppes to goe That he might haue his former health his plighted vowe to saue Before the time prefixed paste his full concourse should haue But Time regardes no state of man he slily slippes by stealth And tedious is to patients greeu'de yet seemes but short in health The yéere dooth waste his course runs on Dame Phoebae dooth againe Remoue her former wasted hornes and shines full bright and plaine Nowe Iulia dooth with watching eye for Charles returne attende Perswaded that this wished tyme should former sorrowes ende Now shée prouides such néedefull thinges as dooth to her pertaine And thus each day shée stoode in hope of his returne againe But when shée sawe that trustlesse hope dyd naught at all preuayle Then shee misdoubts that Charles his fraude hath caus'de his faith to fayle A thousand thoughts doo thrall her minde some times shee hopes the best Then blames him straight with breach of faith and calles him guilefull guest Some times shée thinkes some other Dame had wun his wyll to

chaunge Againe shée déemes some other let dooth hinder him to raunge But when shée sawe the poynted tyme to be so farre I spent And that her hope was frustrate now contrarie to consent Shée writes to him these folowing wordes and willes him to beware Least VVynefrides plague for his vntroth dooth breede his ceaseles care ¶ The Letter of Iulia to Charles THough lyngering long I trusted to thy loue in hope thy deeds shold firm thy wasted words Yet now I deeme thy wauering mind doth moue I beat the bush an other gets the byrds The plighted tyme thou dydst appoint to meete is now expirde and thou hast broke thy vowe Ne hast thou sent by writinges me to greete whereby the lesse I doo thy deedes alowe The mighty Gods vouchsafe that Wynefride doo not requite thy falsehood with desart For stayning so her Temple with a deede whose false effect dooth merite treble smart Yet nay the lesse though thou be false of faith my hart shall styll remaine thine owne for aye Hap weale or woe hap life or direfull death I will no whit from fixed promise straye And so adiew the Gods doo thee forgiue though thou by fraude hast bred my harts anoy Yet doo I vowe while I on earth doo liue to pray the powers to graunt thee lasting ioy Thy sorowfull Ladie Iulia. THis done shée closde it vp with spéede and secretly shée sendes A messenger to Anglesie who straight his voyadge bendes Who being come to Gaulfrides Court to Charles he doth present Who lay full sicke vpon his bed this Letter which shée sent When as he knewe the same to come from Iulia his so déere He felt his Feuer fits to faint through newe reuiued chéere When he had read her Letter through which dyd his tariaunce blame He calde for pen and ynke to write an aunswer to the same Wherein he showes his cause of stay and that he meanes lykewise To firme his vowe when to his state of health he shall arise ¶ The replie of Charles to Iulia her Letter WIth treble thankes I greete thee heere againe whose willīg hart doth wish my lastīg welth Soregreu'd in minde that chance doth me retain and heauy hap doth so withholde my health Wherby the cause of thy conceite doth ryse though no desart may driue thy minde to dout Yet my distresse apparaunt to thine eyes shall driue the cause of such suspicion out The trust that thou reposedst in my looue shall not be voyde nor frustrate in effect For why my deeds shall plighted promise prooue if mighty God my lyngering life protect Thou beatest the bush and shalt the birds obtain none other wight shall haue my hart in holde Though time be past yet time will come again for to fulfill the vowed tale I tolde I am no Paris nor of Theseus broode ne yet am like to Iason most vniust But Pyramus to spende my dearest blood or I to Thisbe would be false of trust I trust that Wynefride wyll no hate conceiue sith by the powers my let alone proceedes Let her the guilty from their ioyes bereaue and not the faultlesse suffer for their deedes It is not I but Fortunes froward fate that filde my hart with fits of Feuers force That if thou shouldst but view my present state thou wouldst pronounce I am som sēceles corse But if the Gods vouchsafe my health to render I wyll fulfill my former faythed vowe Then shalt thou know how I thy loue do tender though false suspect retaines thy sences now And thus adiew in hope of health at hand tyme shall at last inchayne our bodies fast Though absence thus do cause our greefes to stād yet lyngering ioye will dubble be at last Thine owne for euer Charles THis Letter made the messenger of Iulia he dooth lende Desiring him vnto his Dame with hart him to commende Who straight to Flint dooth hye apace his message to discharge Who being gone Charles féeles his fittes of Feuers to enlarge This night he takes no rest at all such greefe his entrayles teare His heauy heart thus long opprest with wastfull woe dooth weare The messenger by this came home whome Iulia longd to vewe Saluting her with Charles his lynes which dooth her ioyes renewe She shut the doore least some should spie the Letter which was sent Which done she hasted it to reade and straight the seale she rent With fingers fine as white as snowe she rippes and reades the same With watchfull eyes as houering Hawke dooth praye vpon her game But when she findes howe Agues fittes hath shakte his hart so sore And howe his corpes consumed is with sicknesse more and more The brynish teares dooth wet her cheekes her sight to reade they stoppe The Christall streames in trickling wise lyke siluer dewe dooth droppe But when the spring of watrie droppes was dried vp through want To reade his déepe lamenting lynes her tender hart dooth pant Perusing them shée sighes and sobbes to ponder his estate Her Isie cares and brandes of looue doo bréede in breast debate Alas shée sayde what dooth it néede to adde vnto my smart The least of these my cutting cares may kyll a womans hart I thought that I had past the pykes and feelde of fighting grones But nowe I sée I haue to runne a campe of ceaseles mones And where I thought that mariage Rytes should yeeld me gaine for gréefe I see the dartes of Death at hand which bréedes my sorrowes chéefe My fréende in paine oh furious fates nowe fie on Fortunes whéele Sith I a wretche and simple soule her pinching paines shall féele But sith what destinies decrée of force must be fulfilde My patient minde shall beare each brunt● as Princely powers haue wilde And thus as shee lamenting was her gréefe and carefull case Her sorrowes now began to swadge shée wypte her watrie face And foorth shee comes with fayned chéere in countenaunce full glad Although the thoughts of Charles his gréefe dyd make her heart full sad Thus carefully shée driues the tyme with secrete sorrowes painde Now this now that tormentes her minde as Fancies humors raynde But ere seuen nightes space were spent shée longes to knowe againe Of Charles his state and how his gréefe of Agues doo remaine Shee tooke her pen as ready prest to him againe to write For whome in panges of endles paine shée languisht day and night But ere shée had fulfilde her minde in wryting of her byll Such carefull newes dooth cut it off as made her want her wyll Wherefore perpend her wauering state howe Fortunes whéele doth raunge But first peruse her carefull lynes then marke their storie straunge ¶ Iulia her Letter to Charles I Haue receyued your dolefull lynes which vnto me you sent Which greeuous newes when I perusde dyd much my minde torment Within your Letter lapped was a frosen clod of care Which freesde my hart with chylling colde to reade your sicknesse rare And though I doubted your deceyt to lyke an other Dame Yet pardon me